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Captain and first mate? Just kiss already 🙄
Skypiea zoro don’t play 🌴⚔️
Somebody got interrupted 👀
Slippery slope part 2 (Zolu) 👒⚔️
Part 1: https://www.tumblr.com/anirexxic/763555007556714496/slippery-slope-part-1-zolu-part-2
Slippery slope part 1 (Zolu) 👒⚔️
Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/anirexxic/764030824466235392/slippery-slope-part-2-zolu
HURRY!!! TAKE THIS LAZY ASS DOODLE WHILE ITS STILL CHRISTMAS!!!
Captains and First Mates vs. mistletoe >:D
I love them more than anything in the world
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE GREATEST SWORDSMAN AND BEST FIRST MATE
(All images and references can be found on pintrest)
Happy Birthday Luffy!🎉🎂
(Ignore that Zoro doesn't have any swords, I was lazy😎✌️.... and that Luffy doesnt have his hat, i just realized he didnt as i was typing this💀)
The Broken God of Death and War and The King of Hell, Roronoa Zoro
My first Eternity fanart?? Idk how I've never drawn anything for this fic seeing as it consumed my brain completely while I was writing it BUT finally here it is!
(The series for anyone curious👀)vv
tiger zoro
and a ferret bc thats kikus animal and zokiku is canon in my heart
I think I'm in love-
Inspired by this art by Oda vv
Eternity OneShot
Summary-
A domestic oneshot of Zoro and Luffy's life after the events of Book Two.
you have to read both Book one and Book Two to understand this.
this is a late birthday gift of my friends @juststubborn i hope you enjoy, Blu!
Vampire Zoro/Witch Luffy anybody?
Had no idea what to so with the background, so it's a lil bland
Completely random new art style? Wha??
Anywho~ here, take some Zoro and Luffy sketches with this weird new style of mine
Dunno if I'll keep it, as my style seems to change with the tide, but for now I like it, so please enjoy
THEY LOOK SO GOOD WHATTT, I think it’s hilarious that Luffy is taller also
old man luzo yaoi posting
─ Binding Shots
yandere! zoro x bartender! reader [gender neutral]
• fic type: oneshot
• summary: zoro couldn't get enough of the drinks you served, but he couldn't get enough of you even more.
• word count: 2.7k
• tw: obsessive thoughts, kidnapping, passing out
• a/n: i hope i didn't get too carried away and i really hope you enjoy this story!! i also may have included a little yandere captain luffy headcanon, since he pretty much gives zoro the ok to pursue y/n. also if i find the time i might make headcanons about y/n getting used to being with the strawhats, and more importantly zoro!
The bar pulsed with energy, the air thick with the scent of spiced rum, grilled seafood, and the occasional whiff of salt carried in from the docks.
Laughter echoed through the dimly lit space, drunken patrons toasting to their fortunes—or misfortunes, depending on the night.
You had long since mastered the art of blending into the chaos, weaving between customers with effortless grace, your hands a blur as you poured drinks, wiped down counters, and cracked jokes all at once.
The old fisherman at the counter huffed as he caught the glass you slid his way, his weathered face splitting into a grin.
"You're too damn cocky for a bartender, Y/n," he grumbled, taking a sip of the golden liquid.
"Flattery will get you nowhere—except another drink if you tip well," you shot back, smirking as you wiped the counter.
The old man let out a hearty laugh, shaking his head. "Damn menace, you are."
Before you could deliver another quip, the bell above the door jingled, signaling new arrivals. Your gaze flickered toward the entrance, and immediately, the atmosphere seemed to shift.
A small group strolled in, their presence commanding attention even in a bar full of hardened sailors. You recognized them instantly.
The Straw Hat Pirates.
Luffy led the pack, grinning ear to ear as he took in the bustling bar, his boundless energy practically radiating from him.
Usopp and Franky followed close behind, already deep in some ridiculous argument about whether or not cola could be turned into alcohol.
And then there was him.
Zoro.
Broad-shouldered, arms crossed, an air of quiet confidence surrounding him. His swords sat at his hip like an extension of his being, a constant reminder of his strength. But it was his eyes that caught your attention—sharp, calculating, always scanning, as if sizing up the world around him.
You’d met plenty of pirates before, but there was something different about him. Something... interesting.
They took their seats at the bar, Luffy slamming his hands onto the counter with his usual lack of subtlety. "Meat! Lots of Meat!" he declared, grinning wildly.
You arched a brow, already reaching for a bottle. "Well, if it isn’t the infamous Straw Hats," you mused, twirling the bottle between your fingers before popping it open. "What’ll it be, gentlemen?"
Usopp, ever the dramatic storyteller, ordered something fruity, a Mocktail being the first thing that came to mind.
Franky demanded something SUPER strong, his voice booming loud enough to rattle the glasses. It seemed like he'd enjoy a nice Whiskey Sour.
Luffy, as expected, wanted something with meat in it. You weren’t sure if you should be impressed or horrified.
Then your gaze flickered to Zoro, who had yet to say a word.
His arms remained crossed, his expression unreadable. Finally, he spoke. "Sake."
You snorted. "Predictable."
His eyes narrowed slightly. "You got a problem with that?"
"Not at all," you said smoothly, already in the midst of making the other's requests. "Just saying, a guy like you doesn’t seem the adventurous type when it comes to drinks."
Zoro grunted, unimpressed, as you poured a variety of liquids into a cup and slid it toward him.
Before he could grab it, you rested your elbow on the counter, flashing him a smirk. "But hey, this one’s on the house."
That got his attention. His brows furrowed slightly, his gaze flicking from you to the drink and back again. There was a brief hesitation before he picked up the cup and took a sip.
The reaction was immediate.
His grip on the cup tightened ever so slightly, his expression shifting just enough for you to notice.
His tongue tingled with the rich, layered flavors—smooth, complex, and yet strong enough to rival his beloved sake.
He swallowed, exhaling slowly as the taste settled in. Then his dark gaze lifted to meet yours, something unreadable flickering in his expression.
"What the hell is this?"
"Like it?" You grinned, leaning forward slightly. "It’s a little something I came up with myself. Thought you’d appreciate it."
Zoro didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he took another slow sip, as if testing whether the first taste had been a fluke. It wasn’t. The drink was dangerously good.
Better than any sake he’d ever had.
That realization should’ve irritated him, but instead, he found himself staring at you, curiosity and something deeper settling in his chest.
He hadn’t paid much attention before, too focused on his drink, but now that he was looking—really looking—he noticed things.
The easy confidence in your posture, the way your lips curled in amusement, the glint of mischief in your eyes.
You were different. And for the first time in a long while, he was interested.
The island had a lot to offer—food stalls, markets, scenic cliffs—but for some reason, Zoro always found himself back at your bar.
It had started off as nothing. Just a casual drink, a place to sit while the others indulged in the island’s festivities. But by the third night, he didn’t even pretend he was there for anything else.
It wasn’t just the drinks—though, damn it, they were good.
Too good.
He’d never had anything quite like what you made for him, and each night, it was something better, something stronger, something just right.
But that wasn’t what kept him coming back.
It was you.
You, with your insufferable smirks, your sharp tongue, your easy laughter that rang over the low hum of the bar like a melody.
You didn’t shy away from teasing him, didn’t fawn over him like others did when they recognized his reputation.
You treated him like just another patron, another nameless face in the crowd, and yet—there was something else.
A warmth.
A familiarity.
Zoro wasn’t used to that.
And that kindness, that brightness—it was intoxicating. More so than any drink you poured.
He sat at the bar now, his usual spot, arms resting on the counter as he watched you work.
His drink sat untouched in front of him, forgotten the moment you started talking.
"You sure you’re not just using me for my drinks?" you teased, sliding a fresh glass to a customer beside him before leaning in slightly, giving him that familiar smug look. "Pretty sure this is your fourth night in a row."
Zoro scoffed, fingers tracing the rim of his cup. "Tch. You wish I was that desperate."
"You wound me, swordsman," you gasped dramatically, pressing a hand to your chest. "And here I thought we were forming a beautiful, booze-filled friendship."
Zoro shook his head, but there was the faintest twitch of amusement at the corner of his lips. "If you keep running your mouth, I might start looking for another bar."
You chuckled, leaning your elbow on the counter. "Yeah? Go ahead. Bet you won’t find another place that can make you forget about your precious sake."
He didn’t respond. He didn’t need to.
You both knew he wasn’t going anywhere.
Something about Zoro fascinated you. Maybe it was the contrast—the roughness of him, the way he carried himself like a warrior through and through, yet still sat here every night, lingering like he had nowhere else he’d rather be.
And, though you wouldn’t admit it outright, you found him... charming.
In his own gruff, quiet way.
The way his eyes followed you as you moved. The way he listened when you spoke, even if he acted like he didn’t care.
The way he never let his drink distract him from you.
You leaned in a little closer, lowering your voice just enough to make it feel like a secret. "You know, for someone who claims they’re not interested, you sure do look like you’re enjoying the view."
Zoro tensed, his grip tightening slightly around his glass.
His eyes flicked to yours, sharp and unreadable.
For a moment, you thought he might deny it. Scoff, roll his eyes, deflect like he always did.
But instead, he said, "Maybe I am." That caught you off guard.
You blinked, a slow grin creeping onto your lips. "Well, well. Look at you, actually admitting something for once."
Zoro just took a sip of his drink, but his gaze never left yours. "Don’t get cocky."
Too late.
The conversation moved on, the bar growing rowdier as the night stretched on. But Zoro wasn’t paying attention to the noise, or the people, or even his drink.
He was watching you.
The way your hands moved effortlessly, mixing, pouring, sliding drinks down the counter with practiced ease. The way you threw back your head when you laughed, unapologetically loud.
The way you leaned in when you talked to him, like it was second nature, like you wanted to be close.
Each night, his obsession grew.
It started off as simple curiosity, but now—it was hunger.
He wanted more.
More of your time. More of your attention.
More of you.
And he was starting to think he’d take it.
••••
The bar was alive with noise—the clinking of glasses, drunken laughter, the occasional outburst from some poor bastard who lost a bet.
But Zoro barely heard any of it.
He was too focused on you.
You were moving through the crowd with effortless ease, sliding drinks across the counter, cracking jokes that had customers roaring with laughter.
You had that insufferable, cocky grin on your face—the one you always wore when you knew you’d gotten under someone’s skin.
And damn it, it worked every time.
Zoro found himself watching the way your fingers moved as you mixed drinks, the precise way you handled each glass, like it was second nature.
The way you leaned in close when someone spoke, giving them your full attention, even when they were drunk off their ass and slurring nonsense.
You were good at this—too good. Too damn captivating.
And that laugh of yours—light, unapologetic, always laced with amusement at your own wit.
It was like an itch under his skin, one he couldn’t scratch.
Luffy was beside him, stuffing his face with whatever food he’d managed to get his hands on, crumbs scattering across the bar top.
Most of the crew were still doing their own thing, chatting with locals, admiring scenery or pathetically flirting with every woman in a 5 mile radius.
But then—something shifted.
Zoro didn’t notice at first, but Luffy had gone quiet.
He was watching him.
Not in his usual careless way, not with that absentminded curiosity he always had when he wasn’t focused on food. No—this was different.
Luffy’s eyes, normally bright with mischief, were unreadable, his face eerily still.
The realization sent a slow chill down Zoro’s spine.
Then, just as you walked away from the bar, Luffy turned to him. "You like Y/n?"
Zoro stiffened. A heavy silence passed between them, the background noise of the bar fading into a dull hum.
He could lie. Could brush it off. Could scoff and tell Luffy to mind his own damn business.
But he didn’t, he couldn't bring himself to lie to his captain. "...Yeah."
Luffy’s expression didn’t change. He just stared, unsettlingly calm. "Do you want Y/n?"
Zoro exhaled slowly, staring down at his half-empty glass.
Did he?
His first instinct was to say no. He wasn’t that kind of man. He didn’t take people, didn’t let his desires dictate his actions.
But the longer he sat with the question, the more it clawed at him.
The way you laughed. The way you looked at him. The way you spoke to him like he was just another guy, not a pirate, not a swordsman, not some wanted criminal.
He was a pirate though.
Pirates took what they wanted.
And he wanted you.
Zoro lifted his gaze, locking eyes with Luffy. His voice was steady, firm. "I do."
For a moment, nothing happened.
Then, Luffy’s lips curled into that wide, familiar grin. "If you want something, you should take it!"
Just like that, his usual energy returned, his eerie stillness vanishing like it had never been there. He clapped a hand on Zoro’s shoulder, grinning like this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"My crew gets whatever they want." His grin widened. "I’ll make sure of it."
Zoro’s grip tightened around his cup, heartbeat thudding in his ears.
Luffy wasn’t just talking about letting him go after you.
He was promising something.
And for the first time, Zoro let the thought settle, let it grow, let it take root.
••••
The night stretched long, and eventually, the last few customers trickled out, their drunken laughter fading into the distance as they stumbled into the night.
You exhaled, rolling your shoulders before reaching for the keys in your pocket. Another good night, another pocket full of berri.
The bar was silent now, save for the quiet clinking of glasses as you tidied up one last time.
You moved on autopilot, wiping the counter down with lazy strokes before finally heading toward the door. The lock clicked into place with a satisfying snap, sealing the building in its usual nighttime solitude.
Stepping out onto the dimly lit streets, you inhaled deeply, the salty sea air filling your lungs.
The cobblestone roads stretched before you, lined with flickering lanterns that cast long, wavering shadows against the alley walls.
For a moment, you just stood there, hands stuffed into your pockets, humming a tune under your breath.
And yet… something felt off.
A prickling sensation crawled up your spine, subtle but persistent. Like the weight of unseen eyes pressing against your back.
You froze, the night air suddenly too cold against your skin.
Your fingers twitched in your pockets, tightening around your keys.
You’re being paranoid, you told yourself. It’s just another quiet night.
You forced a breath, shaking your head. "Don’t be ridiculous, Y/n," you muttered under your breath. "No one’s watching you."
But then—
Footsteps.
Slow. Heavy. Deliberate.
Your stomach twisted.
You stopped walking, straining your ears.
Silence.
Your pulse thudded.
Then, just as you took another cautious step forward—
The footsteps resumed.
Closer this time.
Your breath hitched, heart hammering against your ribs.
You picked up your pace, forcing a laugh in a weak attempt to calm yourself. "Alright, if you’re a robber, just know I’m broke as hell—"
The footsteps sped up.
Panic surged through you like a lightning strike. You bolted.
The world blurred around you as your legs carried you forward on pure instinct.
Your home was just in sight, barely a block away—But then arms wrapped around you.
A strong, unyielding grip yanked you back before you could react. A hand clamped over your mouth, smothering the startled cry that tore from your throat.
You fought.
Your body twisted, legs kicking, fingers clawing at the arm restraining you. But the grip didn’t loosen. If anything, it tightened, pressing you flush against an unmovable chest.
And then—
A voice.
Low. Calm. Familiar.
"You’re safe."
Your breath hitched.
The voice was right by your ear, warm and steady despite the vice-like grip holding you still.
"I’ve got you."
Your body went rigid.
Your eyes widened, the realization slamming into you like a crashing wave.
"Zoro?!" The name came out muffled against his hand, but you knew he heard it.
"Shhh," he murmured, voice smooth, almost soothing. "Don’t struggle."
You did struggle, thrashing as hard as you could, but he barely budged.
"Zoro," you hissed, your voice strained against his palm. "What the hell are you—?"
"I won’t hurt you," he promised, his tone steady, as if that alone was enough to justify this.
Confusion tangled with the terror clawing at your chest.
Your mind spun. Why was he doing this?
You forced yourself to think, to breathe. You had to get free, had to—
But then—Sharp pain.
A precise, practiced pressure against the side of your neck.
The world lurched.
Your limbs went weak, your vision hazy.
Your breath shuddered as a wave of dizziness crashed over you.
"Wha…" Your words slurred, head tilting against Zoro’s shoulder. "The… hell…"
Your fingers twitched uselessly, your body going slack.
The last thing you saw was a flash of green hair, blurred by the darkness creeping into the edges of your vision.
And the last thing you heard—soft, unwavering—
"You’re mine now, Y/n."
─────✿ KINKTOBER DAY 1: OVERSTIMULATION
✎ zoro x gn!reader ♦︎ synopsis: zoro knows he can pull one more from you, and you're not one to disappoint zoro. ♦︎ word count: 600+ ♦︎ cw: overstim, creampie, biting, light praise, light aftercare, pet names [baby, used once], mutual mastetbation [reader receiving], intended lowercase
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there is something about pushing you to the edge that drives zoro insane, his body molding against yours, holding your warm, sticky body to his own. he enjoyed the control he has over you, the control you allows him to have. it shows that you trusted him to be gentle with you, to cherish your body to the fullest. which is why he kept insisting he copied pull one more orgasm form you. you'd lost count after 5, your essence mixing with his, and being pushed back into your tight canal with each plunge of his toned hips.
zoro makes it his mission to be gentle with you, knowing that his cock isn't exactly average; although nothing about about him truly is. but after your third orgasm, be knew that you could handle if he went a little faster; your hips connecting a little harder. his hand, warm to the touch, held one of your legs in the air as he continued to plow into your tight canal.
your mind growing evermore hazing, your latest orgasm creeping up on you; the tip of his cock abusing that special button. his hips never relenting despite your protests, he insisted that you could take more, that you could give him one more. and well, you've never been one to disappoint zoro.
a warm, calloused hand lowers down towards the place you need him most and he wastes no time stimulating you. you become increasingly hot under his touch, it almost hurts to be this stimulated even after the multiple orgasms you'd previously had. zoro was relentless in his persuit, his hand kept a steady pace that aligned with each of his thrusts; you became increasingly wet under the attention from his hand. that burning sensation you'd felt began growing exponentially; you hadn't even noticed your hands gently prying at his own.
,,zo,, you couldn't even muster a full sentence, barely being able to huff out his name. the wet sounds echoing through the room only stirred him on, the sight of your wet lower regions connecting continuously, several strings of your combined essence being more proof of just how long you both were going. ,,mmf- fuck! zo, zoro!,,
,,promise baby, this the last one -fuck, I know y' got one more in you,, by the way his words were slurring together and his voice has in increasing in pitch, you just knew that we was getting closer. his aching cock hadn't gotten as much as a break since the moment you both started this escapade. his hips were losing the rhythm he'd been flowing and so was his hand, although his hand increased in pace.
,,fuckfuckfuckfuck- zo' m' so close, i c-cant ngh-,, all you could do was whisper into the base of his neck, hoping his hand would have mercy on your weeping body. the burn hurt so good, you couldn't hold back the sounds of pleasure that escaped your larynx; your breath hitched with each of his thrusts yet becoming more ragged as you felt your surroundings grow blurry.
zoro's rough voice groaned from above you, his hot face leaning down towards your throat. sloppy yet passionate kisses being trailed up and down your collarbone as your vision shifted again, turning white. your face shifting into an expression of pure ecstasy as you finally reached your high; every muscle in your body tightened as you pulled zoro even closer. despite your head being practically numb you still noticed how zoro's body stilled, his thick cock pressing deep inside of you. hot, sticky ropes flowed into your hot canal, yet also pooling onto the mattress being too much for your body to hold in. the small nibbles he placed around your jugular didn't go unnoticed, only adding to your orgasm as your body convulsed once more before fully relaxing in his hold. light kisses being trailed against your steaming skin, whispers of 'you did so good for me' and 'im proud of you' faded into the night.
KINKTOBER MASTERLIST ─
A/n: This will be my first time participating in Kinktober, I've decided not to stress myself out so I'll only be doing 10 days. With the probability of an extra 5.
Day 1: Overstimulation - Zoro
Day 2: Cunnilingus - Luffy
Day 3: Scissoring - Nami
Day 4: Breeding - Mihawk
Day 5: Dry Humping - Usopp
Day 6: Creampie - Buggy
Day 7: Dumbification - Ace
Day 8: Squirting - Sanji
Day 9: Biting - Luffy
Day 10: Spanking - Crocodile
Bonus :
Day 11: Breeding - Sanji
Day 12: Temperature Play - Usopp
Day 13: Size Kink - Zoro
Day 14: Sleep Play - Sanji
Day 15: Breeding - Buggy
💚Roronoa Zoro
I wanted to mess around with rendering and other brushes
The second stage of the game is for you in the chat!
Just Zoro today :3
A thing from my tg channel, there people asked me to draw chars what in their opinion would've be cool in my style
One piece cats!